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Egypt had been a bust. Somehow, the Amir’s deal with Xanatos had not been everything the man had advertised.
<>Jackal could not figure out at which point in the scam everything had gone wrong, but he will bet some of his hard-won cash on where to lay the blame.
Every single time the Pack landed a juicy well-paying job he and his sister, Hyena, ended up holding the quick end of the stick; it was becoming a major burn.
It was always those blasted Gargoyles, curse the rotten lock and their uncanny sense of timing; always somehow knowing exactly where, when, and how to ruin everything.
Once, just once, he would have liked to be the one to come out on top.
And he almost has; Jackal has never claimed to be a spiritual person, so he concentrated little on the details of how the Amir was going to secure souls or immortality by making a deal with the Jackal god, Anubis.
After all plumbing, the mysteries of the infinite weren’t something he wanted to have more than a passing acquaintance.
Jackal had come into this business for the money, but somewhere along the way he had seen it, it was nothing more than pretty good special effects and mumbo-jumbo become actual power, and hungering for that power, Jackal had stepped in at the critical moment.
It had been incredible, no lie.
However, when it was over, it was all snatched away from him.
His memories are fragmented, indistinct, and not entirely reliable with what happened when Anubis had been in control of his thoughts and actions.
He often woke up in the middle of the night with the night shakes, wanting something he cannot put a name to; but something. but he wants something,
Jackal wishes he could name what that something was. Money and ambition just do not seem to cut it anymore.
He sat upon his bed and stared into the mirror that hung on the opposite wall.
Jackal’s pale skin looked blue in moonlight filtering in through the window.
He reached up and felt the skin on his face, and tried to rub the memories away, thinking as she does so that they won’t be able can’t get many more jobs as mercenaries if these night sweats keep up.
Hyena is worried, she’d seen her brother in all moods and occasional blue funks bordering on major depression but never like this.
On the far side of the room, half in and half out of the bedroom door, she watched her brother sleep, tossing and turning most of the time. Her fists clenched, wondering what she can do to help.